Corsairs!

=Part One: The Northern Sea=

Chapter One
The small, one-masted vessel slipped into the dense fog that had fallen on the northern sea, leaving behind it three creatures, a weasel, a stoat, and a ferret, marooned on a rocky crag that jutted out of the ocean.

The weasel was obviously the one in charge. He surveyed their scant rations- a small cask of mucky water, four brittle oatscones and a large bowl filled with a questionable substance deemed "stew". Glad of a hot meal, the weasel took the stew and tossed the four hard-tack scones to the ferret, to devide equally between itself and its partner, the large stoat. The weasel watched to see what they would do whilst sipping the hot goo in his bowl.

"Arr, 'tis 'ard luck 'pon us, mate," muttered the weasel, "left on a rock in th' middle o' nowhere, wid naught but four hard scones atwixt us. Hard luck I say. Hard luck."

"Aye," agreed the ferret.